Monday, May 31, 2010
Five Peaces
A cool stream
running over hot feet.
A bird singing
at just the right moment.
The horizon
at the far edge of the ocean.
A land flowing
with milk and honey.
The smell of rain
on parched ground.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Just Wait
Saturday, May 29, 2010
What Is Enough?
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Empty Houses
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Many Strands
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Death of a Friend Not Yet Dead
When you cut yourself off from the rest of us
because it is time for you to die and you want
to die in private instead of among us who are
not, it feels unfair of you to secret yourself
away from us. But it is not unfair. You should
be allowed to choose who you want with you
for the roughest part of the ride. Bless you both.
Monday, May 24, 2010
I Am Born Again
I am born again when I realize
I am not who I thought I was.
I am born again when I discover
that everything is connected.
I am born again when I let go
of trying to control my future.
I am born again when I stop
looking for security in my past.
I am born again when I watch
the unfolding Tao before me.
I am born again when I listen
to the voice of wisdom inside me.
I am born again when I recognize
I have no need to be saved.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Another Tribe
Friday, May 21, 2010
No Questions to Ask
If I am a pianist,
where does the music go
when I have no piano to play?
If I am a gardener,
where do the flowers bloom
when I have no garden to plant?
If I am a teacher,
where do the lessons land
when I have no students to teach?
If I am a mountaineer,
where do the footprints lead
when I have no mountain to climb?
If I am a seeker,
where does the truth hide
when I have no questions to ask?
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Season After Season, Year After Year
In the spring, cottonwoods spread
their seed in a snow of white cotton lint.
In the summer, rivers shrink and move
slower in the dry heat of a cloudless day.
In the fall, cattails break apart into seeds
and fly away on the wind like tiny birds.
In the winter, ice forms on shallow ponds
and tempts children to test its surface.
Season after season, year after year,
what was forgotten seems new once again.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Help a Beggar
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Sitting Under an Apple Tree
Monday, May 17, 2010
Open
Sunday, May 16, 2010
The Person I Want to Be With
I want to be with someone who makes me feel good.
I want to be with someone who accepts me as I am.
I want to be with someone who doesn't judge me.
I want to be with someone who supports me.
I want to be with someone who encourages me.
I want to be with someone who wants to be with me.
But first, I have to become the person I want to be with.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Critics
Friday, May 14, 2010
Below the Surface
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Daily Tasks
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
The Three Sizes of Kindness
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
How Much Do You Have?
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Shifting Springs
A spring is part of a natural cycle of rain, percolation, collection, and release. A spring will continue to flow as long as the rains continue to feed it.
As weather patterns migrate across a warping landscape of geologic change, rain patterns shift, though. Old springs wither. New springs rise on younger mountains.
We do not live long enough to watch this happen, and yet we believe it does. We base our beliefs on the facts we unearth in our own investigations. Facts are the things we believe to be true.
Such is the power of faith.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Somehow We Learn
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Planting a Willow
Plant a willow near your house, and it will send its roots deep and crack the foundation.
What gives shade and graceful waving also erodes the stability of your own abode.
One tribe is willing to raze a forest to save one hut, while another tribe is willing to risk a warm, dry place for a living, thriving poem.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Two Ends of the Same Stick
Monday, May 3, 2010
Why Is There So Much
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Natural Disasters
Hurricanes form over the ocean,
and wind smashes the coasts with hammers of rain.
Lightning sparks a conflagration,
and mountainsides burn away in tongues of fire.
The earth quakes along deep lines,
and cities collapse like water off a shaking dog.
And yet our greatest suffering often arrives
in the thoughtless acts of those we love.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
What Flavor Is the Past?
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